His nickname was the Falcon. I worked at the phone company with him for thirty years. He rode a Harley too, so, I was always teamed with him as a repair/Installation team…He lived in the Falcons Nest ( Viking house ) at PHONEHENGE for 18 years. This is the story of the night he arrived, then, stayed awhile….I come home from work late. I’m on my cycle. I see lights on in my guest house. Huh? The people I had just rented it to said next Friday to move in. I roll down the drive, spot Townsends bike. He comes out on the 2nd floor balcony, says, “Hey dude, I just moved in”!….Over some brews at the local Mexican joint, I find out why….His story, “Well, I’ve been sharing a house in Pasadena with Sheri. We’ve been fighting alot. I called her at work today, told her I was working late. That I’d see her after midnight. She comes home sick, pass’s me with a Vago chick on the back seat of my bike!” Sheri’s driving this old station wagon from the sixties. A great big job. She whips a ‘U’ turn on Rosemead Blvd., then starts splitting traffic, trying to run me down. I finally get away. I sneak home around three a.m. No lights are on inside the house. ( He had a long down driveway leading to his house. I once moved a fridge for him ) I coast quietly into the garage. Her car is gone. As I head for the front door, lights come on and a car is speeding down the driveway. Its the bitch! She slams my Harley in the carport, right into the side of the house. Then, engine screaming, she tries to back off the cycle, stuck under her rig. I go for my sawed off shotgun, hidden in the garage, start smashing her windows with the butt. Her car dies. I go inside for some crank and a beer. I lock the door behind me. The bitch comes in through a side bedroom window. She attacks me in the hallway. I give her a hard shot to the jaw, then, choke her against the wall. I hear a crack, and let her go. I think I broke her neck”!…Now, I have my helmet off. I have to hear the rest of this Jerry Springer moment…Townsend continues…”I leave her wheezing on the floor, head for the fridge for another brewski. As I open the fridge, all the power in the area goes out from a lightning strike somewhere down the street. As I grope around the dark fridge in the now totally black kitchen, I hear this sound. The sound of something crawling towards me. I flick my lighter and jump back hitting the sink and losing my lighter on the floor. I had seen enough anyhow”! …Now I’m staring at him, waiting for him to finish. He lights a smoke and finishes his tale…”It was her. Sheri. The bitch was crawling towards me with her head bent at an odd angle. She had a butcher knife in one of her hands. Dude, after driving around all day, your the only place I could think of to crash. I’ll pay the rent on time, no problem”! ….One story on this guy from an easy thousand…
